These are the days when Birds come back by Emily Dickinson
These are the days when Birds come back -- A very few -- a Bird or two -- To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies resume The old -- old sophistries of June -- A blue and gold mistake.
Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee -- Almost thy plausibility Induces my belief.
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear -- And softly thro' the altered air Hurries a timid leaf.
Oh Sacrament of summer days, Oh Last Communion in the Haze -- Permit a child to join.
Thy sacred emblems to partake -- They consecrated bread to take And thine immortal wine!
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